This is a song about "Cutting hair"

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Hit man? shit man, i could look down the cross hair

No medal here, i'm well aware

She's lightskinned, thick and she has blonde hair!"

Everybody put three fingers in the air

All i could remember was his toes curling like her hair.

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

Let me hear that beat, air

He'd rather come his hair.

Don't you leave a seed in there

Yeah i like that long hair,

The ones who spent their days cutting

And yea we both coming